When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along, along There'll be no more sobbin' when he starts throbbin' his old sweet song.
This fellow was on my fence post Monday morning, if you click the picture to enlarge you can tell he wasn't alone, there were more of his friends in the trees behind the white house. Must be time to get the bird bath up and running for them.
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